"Mine...mine...mine...say it..."

Okay, I was going to pass on this, I war with myself sometimes on what to blog and what not to. But I like to blog these particular things for the naysayers who say that once you're married you might as well pull the plug. Thirteen years married+ into this thing and I can still sit and daydream about sex just had. With the same man I have been fucking for thirteen years and counting.

I still get a shiver recounting something in my head that happened. The feel of his mouth on me, or his teeth. The way his lips press right to the curve of my ear and he says, "Mine...mine...mine..." as he's fucking me. And just when he pushes me over the edge and I start to fall, getting lost in how good I feel he says, "say it."

"Yours."

See, I thought he'd read that in a story of mine and was replaying it for kicks. I asked later if that was what he was doing.

"What story? Babe, you write so much I am so far behind." He's never read that story.

(((Shiver)))

Still plugged in.

XOXO
Sommer